Sunday, July 31, 2011

BJP needs to play it safe...

The chief minister of Karnataka BS Yeddiyurappa has written to Bhartiya Janata Party high command to consider his name for keeping him at the helm of party affairs at state level. Yeddyurappa wants state presidentship.

Seeing the popularity and support Yeddiyurappa wields among the partymen in Karnataka the BJP has a tough task ahead. BJP no doubt is not in a position to overrule his demands. The party needs to play it safe Yeddiyurappa himself has indicated that he is stepping down under duress.

Though the chief minister has resigned after the report by Karnataka Lok Ayukta was submitted, he seems to be in no mood to lose his grip over the state matters.

BJP has two things to take care of. One is to salvage the party image tarnished by the recent 'indictment' by the Krishna Hegde report on the mining issue. The other much more important worry BJP has is to keep the party fabric in Karnatak intact.

After that comes the task of deciding as to who will be the next BJP parlaimentary party chief in the house after Yeddiyurappa goes. Again the loyalty card would be a great player in the decision. The favours given that were the main reason for the recent upheaval in Karnataka politics have once again proved that law of the land can not be compromised at any given point of time.

At present at least in Karnataka the BJP is walking on eggs. An eagle's eye watch on the ongoing developments needs to be put to keep the situation under control.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Ramazan, when night turns into day...

At four in the morning Muslim pockets bear witness to an offbeat hustle and bustle. In the month of Ramazan the day-to-day life sees a '90 degree' vertical change, though not having side effects. In this month nothing is prohibited, except all that are given a time period.

From August 2 this year, Muslims in India would begin their fast from dawn till dusk. During Ramazan Muslims strictly follow the Islamic book. In this month violation of even a smallest lesson hardly takes place. The joy with which a Muslim observes fast reaches tremendous heights at the time of 'opening' the fast.

Men, women and children all alike undergo a thorough transformation. A metamorphosis clearing the inner soul of all the impurities embedded during the last one year spurs the 'observer of the fast' to do a retrospection.

Overpowering the self wishes is the biggest teaching the fast imparts to its observers. Scientific studies have corroborated that the Roza which is called 'Saum' in Arabic purifies the entire mechanism of human body. Its functions too get an overhauling.

In Ramazan in the areas dominated by Muslims, the devotees impose a disciplined life. Every thing is tagged with a label showing a time. During the day people read from Qura'n. Saying Namaz five times a day becomes a daily phenomenon. 30-days fasting with a well scheduled menu and the sheer time adherence make Ramazan the most sought after Muslim festival.

Monday, July 25, 2011

A fairer deal maker...

Have you ever been entangled in a stalemate from where escaping was like trying to run away from the limits of earth? The answer maybe yes.

Like many others, I too struggle, struggled to set my foot firmly on the ground so as to make it possible to be seen by the world over there. Of late searching for a roof that too during the monsoon is like chewing a nut with your nose. Enough adjectives and phrases! Now let's come directly to the issue.

Imagine you shift to a new location in search of your bread and butter and end up without a proper roof over your head? The degree of depression emerged after the haplessness would be enormous.

But in my case the power that sits over the skies seems to be showering special treatment. June 30 I somehow managed to drag my luggage after alighting at Nagpur railway station early morning. it was like a dream on his way to becoming a reality.

Finally I was there. I was here, in Nagpur. Twenty six days on, well ensconced in the dormitory like set up and having my favourite Biryani all have given a spur to my aims. Keep going and this time don't stop.

People might object when I use 'I' several times in the post. But the situation demands it. Afterwards good thoughtful posts would start to come.

As I have set well in the hotel, I when find time, go out looking for a proper house. During my quest I have encountered brokers who act as middle-persons when it comes to seal a deal for the people who seek rented accommodation.

The last few weeks have taken me to women brokers who go along with the prospective house seekers. No other profession could have given these poor women such a nice chance to supplement their family income. After a few more weeks I am sure would get a fair deal and able
to accommodate my head.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

The passion that ruptured the me within...

A friend of mine once suggested that people who like to see themselves succeed should stick to what they get as their first job. Six years on, two three jobs lost and several times credentials questioned, life has come a full circle for me.

After a few child-like decisions taken in haste only to get my so-called skills and capabilities recognised, I sitting on the same branch which I was hacking; jumped blindly into the well of persistent agony.

Believe me when you have it in you and you cannot pursue your dreams you cannot imagine upto what extent it hurts. Same occurred to me when I started as a Sub at one of India's leading English dailies. My boss both the local and the immediate ones appreciated my work with sheer honesty and tried their best when I decided to leave. Imagine your boss pleading not to leave his or her organisation! Only a fool can proceed with his or her intentions of stepping down.

The years that followed after my graduation from the Bombay College of Journalism of the KC College fame bore a mark that guided me through my quest to be journalist. With two one by one successes and uncalled for over enthusiasm, I landed into hell. All the hell broke lose when I lost my second job as a trainee crime reporter at a city tabloid.

Life was not coming easily. Hardships coupled with a deep rooted desire to become a hardcore journalist, marred with my inability to make an indelible mark proved almost to be lethal for a cub journalist like me.

The reason for writing this article is that poor decision making took its toll on my life, career and persona. I had a dream. A passion embedded deep into my heart. Reporting. Reporting. Reporting.

Life is not easy to understand. At least for me. I could not do so six years ago. After spending great quality time with friends at the country's top most journalism school in Chennai, I have learnt a lesson to subject myself to the destiny.

I have accepted the truth. With another chance to re-embark on a journey that will take me to the final destination, the peak of my field, I have started to recover from the trauma inflicted by decisions taken immaturely.

Time is the biggest healer. It will decide the distance I walk or run along the path to success.